"Removing the thrombus?" The orthopedic doctor who was disinfecting was stunned for a moment, watching the patient's ankle joint twisted and deformed, and there was a necrotic indentation on his skin.

But strangely, although the patient's wound was more obvious, it was much lighter than expected, and there was no black necrotic tissue spread.

Only the first half of the foot was completely necrotic, and it seemed that the rest could be preserved.

For the same patient, the best one is amputation below the knee joint.

Which god-level figure is on the front line? The orthopedic doctor thought for a long time and heard that on the day of the earthquake, everyone in the hospital in West China was taken directly to the front line to participate in the rescue.

It's really probably a great god.

Director Jing stood up and came to the stage to observe the patient's condition.

He thought carefully for a long time before saying: "Keep the ankle joint and prepare for internal fixation."

This is undoubtedly the best choice. Although the complexity of the operation has increased exponentially, it involves an injured person's postoperative recovery. Who wouldn't want to do this little work?

Although I have been standing for 24 hours,

Although everyone was almost exhausted,

Although there are countless patients behind.

"Tell others that when you encounter injured people with such plastic bags, you must check the medical records." Director Jing said in a hoarse voice.

The nurse ran out immediately, notified other people in the surgery room, and called the person in charge of triage, explaining this.

Unfortunately, there is only one such patient. Because his condition is relatively mild, he was sent to the Second Provincial Hospital. All the severe patients were piled up in West China and the Provincial Hospital, which was busier than here.

Director Jing performed the operation very meticulously and showed his highest level since his career as a doctor.

The doctors on the front line did not know what kind of bad situations they had to deal with. If there was a problem with him, I would be sorry to the patient and the doctors on the front line.

"Doctor, do you need amputation?" the patient asked, lying on the hospital bed.

Because it was continuous epidural anesthesia, he could hear the conversation between doctors and nurses in the operating room, and he could see the changes in Director Jing's expression.

It was not until half an hour after the operation began that he mustered up the courage to ask.

"The amputation is needed, but it is enough to just have half of the foot removed." Director Jing told the truth. At this moment, there is no need to hide anything from the patient.

"Half of the soles of the feet, it's okay." Ichisuke on the opposite side comforted the patient: "If you want to install a prosthetic limb, it's very simple. If you don't want to, just walk slowly and get used to it gradually. Maybe a year later, you can still run and jump."

After hearing the doctor explain this to him, the patient finally felt at ease.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"Where are you? Who did the surgery for you?" Director Jing asked.

"The operation in Nanchuan Town was performed by two People's Liberation Army." The patient grinned and wanted to laugh, but finally she felt sad. "The operation seemed to be done in the ruins. There was a machine there in the ruins of our town hospital. It was easy to use."

"..." Director Jing's hand paused for a moment, but then the operation began again.

"I had the surgery and I was sent out when I had an aftershock." The patient said: "The person who carried me didn't stand firmly and fell."

"Where is the ruins?"

"Buried..." said the patient: "Later, I was sent to a tent where only seriously injured people could lie, and fell asleep in a daze. Later, when I woke up, I was already in the helicopter."

Buried...

Director Jing lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and performed the operation more carefully.

I heard that frontline rescuers suffered heavy casualties, but I didn’t expect that they would reach this level.

The soldiers on the front line risked their lives for a period of operation, and they had absolutely no reason to deal with the operation.

Director Jing abandoned all distracting thoughts and no longer thought about the doctor who risked aftershocks in the ruins that rainy night.

No longer think about long-distance raids, fighting against the wind and rain, stepping on the night, and not fearing sacrifice.

Do your own work well,

must!

must!

"Wipe your sweat." Director Jing turned his head and said in a low voice.

A piece of sterile gauze rubbed across his forehead, and he rubbed his eyes and then continued the operation.

...

...

The operating rooms of all hospitals in Rongcheng were on all night, and figures flashed in all the operating rooms.

He stayed up and even had little time to eat and drink. The patients transported from the front line received professional treatment as soon as possible.

As the large army drove into the mountains, batches of minor and serious wounded people were sent down from the front line, and all hospitals in Chengdu were full.

In West China Orthopedic Ward, an old man who had just finished a double hip replacement was angry with his family.

The old man, who is over 80 years old, has little silver hair, is not in good health, and has problems such as cardiopulmonary insufficiency and other problems have been tormenting him.

Originally, the West China orthopedic doctor left him a quiet ward, but when the old man heard that he saw the situation outside, he said that he would not live here no matter what.

Usually, whenever there are children at home who dare to disturb him when he sleeps, they will scold him when they wake up, and even beat him with a crutch.

But in the messy hospital, he refused the persuasion of his children, and the nurses, insisted on living in the corridor to add a bed, giving up his bed to those who had just finished the operation.

The old man is so stubborn that he doesn't listen to anyone's words, and he's so angry.

Finally, after consulting the bed doctor at the operating table, the nurse in West China moved the old man out of the ward and lived in the extra bed in the corridor.

Faced with a large number of patients, the major hospitals in West China and Chengdu are already overwhelmed. The corridors are full of extra beds, all of whom were hospitalized before. The seriously injured people sent from the front are all living in standard beds in the ward, and volunteers serve as patients' care.

All problems do not need to be solved and will naturally be solved easily.

Many of the various difficulties that the Medical Department had imagined did not happen at all.

There is no need to explain, and there is no need to explain, and even if you want to explain, you can't find someone. Usually, you will start to argue about trivial matters. People who complain to the medical office will calm down and do their part to help these survivors who have lost their homes and are seriously injured.

There is a small fast food restaurant in a row of small restaurants in the northeast corner outside West China Hospital.

It is not good or cheap here.

The boss is a disabled person. He works as a cook and cooks. He is rarely seen in food.

At this time, he was carrying a load, one on one side of food and the other on the other side of food, walking one by one ward.

The food is full of food, not enough, and it is placed on the bedside table in the ward. The food is fragrant and is at the level of a first-class chef. The food is full of meat, and it doesn't look like you usually stingy.

He insisted on three meals a day and arranged meals for a hundred small patients in a ward.

Someone else came to deliver the meal and met him on the face, and almost fought for it.

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Chapter completed!